What is your fantasy?

i think it's time for change

Be the better man

It's a rich kid party

We're forced to fit in

The angsty teen I grew up dreaming to be

But I hear things sometimes

And no one knows where the noise comes from

But

As  

The wood floors whisper

I start to whisper

Why did we have to get even
It's not like we ever gained control of a situation that has always been imbalanced
It's not like we will  

Why does it take me over
The urge To become someone I hate
Destruction
It rips everything apart
I
Rip everything apart
But it feels so good
Especially when I feel so bad
I like feeling this alive
Makes me question
If
I'm really
Dead